This outcome was an ordeal to Wang Teng. He'd never imagined that the Majestic Clan, at the peak of its glory, wouldn't be as welcomed by the citizens of Veluriyam Capital as he'd imagined. The guests had seemingly chosen to grace Taiyuan Lodge not because they respected the clan, but simply because they were afraid of the clan. This feeling felt as unpalatable as eating a fly. Reality was straying further and further away from his original predictions. The victory he had felt to be set in stone had acquired a layer of uncertainty.
No, we absolutely cannot lose this match. Wang Teng knew better than anyone that the loss of this pill battle meant that the plans and arrangements they'd made for months would all go to waste. They would even lose an excellent shop front in Farmer God Market. They wouldn't just be losing face, but also actual money.
